The Weaver
Everyone said she'd lost her ways
Spending all those lonely days
Lost in her stare
But she didn't care
Folks they would talk behind her back
Wondering why alone she sat
Lost in her stare
But she didn't care
She's a dreamer
She's a weaver
Aquela sonhadora
Com um nome doce como mel
Sempre com a cabeça nas nuvens
Brincando cantando
Quando é que ela vai voltar a terra?
Lacing the strands she'd make her name
Toil beside the window pane
Lost in her stare
She didn't care
There was no need for welcome mats
The universe fit in her lap
Lost in her stare
The whole world was there
She's a dreamer
She's a weaver
She said "Sometimes I do it all right
Sometimes I do it all wrong
I'm not afraid of fashioning my form
Sometimes I wanna be wise
Sometimes I wanna be raw
And let it all pour fourth
And choose the thread that weds
Fate with destiny"
So one by one the days became years
Accompanied by those rusted shears
Lost in her stare
She didn't care
Tapestries and monologues
The colours of a fine-spun cloth
Lost in her stare
The whole world was there
She's a dreamer (quando é que ela vai voltar...)
She's a weaver (...a terra?)
She said "Sometimes I do it all right
Sometimes I do it all wrong
I'm not afraid of fashioning my form
Sometimes I wanna be wise
Sometimes I wanna be raw
And let it all pour fourth
And choose the thread that weds
Fate with destiny"
Fate with destiny
(Parece que nunca)
Spending all those lonely days
Lost in her stare
But she didn't care
Folks they would talk behind her back
Wondering why alone she sat
Lost in her stare
But she didn't care
She's a dreamer
She's a weaver
Aquela sonhadora
Com um nome doce como mel
Sempre com a cabeça nas nuvens
Brincando cantando
Quando é que ela vai voltar a terra?
Lacing the strands she'd make her name
Toil beside the window pane
Lost in her stare
She didn't care
There was no need for welcome mats
The universe fit in her lap
Lost in her stare
The whole world was there
She's a dreamer
She's a weaver
She said "Sometimes I do it all right
Sometimes I do it all wrong
I'm not afraid of fashioning my form
Sometimes I wanna be wise
Sometimes I wanna be raw
And let it all pour fourth
And choose the thread that weds
Fate with destiny"
So one by one the days became years
Accompanied by those rusted shears
Lost in her stare
She didn't care
Tapestries and monologues
The colours of a fine-spun cloth
Lost in her stare
The whole world was there
She's a dreamer (quando é que ela vai voltar...)
She's a weaver (...a terra?)
She said "Sometimes I do it all right
Sometimes I do it all wrong
I'm not afraid of fashioning my form
Sometimes I wanna be wise
Sometimes I wanna be raw
And let it all pour fourth
And choose the thread that weds
Fate with destiny"
Fate with destiny
(Parece que nunca)
Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Antonio Rosado Gonzalez, Melanie Anne Brennan
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